Do we really care?
Or are we, just like the sufferers, longing to escape what our souls have seen?
Those who have been amputated from the body of their homes, seen flesh and sinew become fertiliser for the soil they once lived on, watched cities of proud ancients reduced, and looked at the sea for hope, because drowning is safer than staying.
Are we just as ambitious as they are to be rid of all these images in our minds, drinking the elixir prepared so well for us, trying to be numb in a different way?
One of us wants to be numb to build a new future for their children.
The other wants to be numb to forget a past for our children.
Both of us, afflicted with the same ailment.